Al:
No, wait, now, guy, it's not just any "pieces of mind" column but a "icked-up pieces while still mourning John Updike, the greatest writer of them all and the man who wrote 'Picked-Up Pieces' . . ." column.

Mike:
Now that is to opening lines what Julio Lugo is to leadoff hitting.

Al:
The only reason I still read Shaughnessy is for the schedenfraude of knowing he can no longah sprinkle every piece he writes with Curse of the Bambino allusions.

Doug:
Yeah, but that doesn't mean other platitudes are off limits. Leave it do Dan-O to reach out for the lame-o "the 50th anniversary of
the day the music died" meme.

Mike:
Is that "music died" thing the absolute worst cliche in all of popular culture or what?

Doug:
Seriously. I mean music didn't die but flourished since that plane went down 50 years ago.

Al:
Yeah, it's not like without Holly, Valens, and the Big Bopper that there was no Elvis, no Wall-of-Sound, no Beatles nor Stones nor Led Zep …

Mike:
Or no Big Star, no Ramones, no Dolls, no Television, no Bowie, Iggy …

Doug:
No Clash, no Pistols, no Joy Division, no Sioxsie, no Nirvana, no Weezah …